| Song | Whoop His Ass |
| Artist | Boot Camp Clik |
| Artist | Rufus Blaq |
| Album | The Chosen Few |
| 作词 : Blake, Durant, Monroe, Moore ... | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| Yeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me | |
| And don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen | |
| I went from rags to riches, riches to rags | |
| On my face & pocket to the one on gat | |
| For the ones that be up back like anybody did it | |
| Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it | |
| Prolific hard-core shit I gotta spit it | |
| The hardest admit it put my heart in it | |
| I ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes | |
| A few mill with an ill speedboat | |
| And I quote Buck ain't daily good | |
| Fuck words, I spits shots till you feel good | |
| Love rap & I love mc-ing | |
| Shit but still love killing every nigga in sight | |
| No reason, we in duck season, watch out | |
| Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out | |
| Jack in box two shots pop out | |
| Still money on the dow pitch stock out | |
| It's Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G | |
| Don't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers | |
| Who wear chain tight collar | |
| Benz to Impalas | |
| Friends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love | |
| Hip Hop like Big Poppa | |
| Dog, Heh I know it's hard to see | |
| But I'm Whoop your Ass my squad & me | |
| (Rufus Blaq/Chorus) | |
| That nigga on block slanging | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Talking bout how he banging | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Nigga felt your girl ass | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| He fronting on your cash | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| If he get up in your face | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Put him back in his place | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Don't be playing with these niggas, man | |
| You better Whoop his ass (repeat) | |
| (Steele & Tek) | |
| Who dem niggas over there (Steele) | |
| Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared (Tek) | |
| Man., get that thang what he moving onions (Tek) | |
| Stop playing I'll show you how to this younging (Tek) | |
| See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies (Steele) | |
| Pushing for you industry niggas no stopping this | |
| (Steele) | |
| Been pissing whores before R.Kezzy (Tek) | |
| We number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy (Tek) | |
| Do like it's easy want me, see me (Steele) | |
| Fuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy (Steele) | |
| My neck, My back (Tek) | |
| Y'all I'm gonna light this head crack (Tek) | |
| My neck, My back (Tek) | |
| Suck my dick & nut sack (Tek) | |
| Bitch! (Tek) | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| Who this flapping like he started something | |
| Acting like you hard or something | |
| Man, listen you can sell drugs for life | |
| I'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life | |
| And you that right anybody left goodnight | |
| Run you down your last sight is the headlight | |
| In the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo | |
| Cause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so | |
| Up the world like I saw your girl | |
| Fuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl | |
| I keep a mac by my dog precious | |
| So I can bark & bite at the same time | |
| Y'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out | |
| Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt | |
| So I ain't to prove you nothing | |
| But I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuò cí : Blake, Durant, Monroe, Moore ... | |
| Buckshot | |
| Yeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me | |
| And don' t I' m listening, well I' m listening you listen | |
| I went from rags to riches, riches to rags | |
| On my face pocket to the one on gat | |
| For the ones that be up back like anybody did it | |
| Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it | |
| Prolific hardcore shit I gotta spit it | |
| The hardest admit it put my heart in it | |
| I ain' t trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes | |
| A few mill with an ill speedboat | |
| And I quote Buck ain' t daily good | |
| Fuck words, I spits shots till you feel good | |
| Love rap I love mcing | |
| Shit but still love killing every nigga in sight | |
| No reason, we in duck season, watch out | |
| Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out | |
| Jack in box two shots pop out | |
| Still money on the dow pitch stock out | |
| It' s Duckdown INC for niggas who be DICK ride ING | |
| Don' t hate just holla and you can follow pitbull rottweilers | |
| Who wear chain tight collar | |
| Benz to Impalas | |
| Friends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love | |
| Hip Hop like Big Poppa | |
| Dog, Heh I know it' s hard to see | |
| But I' m Whoop your Ass my squad me | |
| Rufus Blaq Chorus | |
| That nigga on block slanging | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Talking bout how he banging | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Nigga felt your girl ass | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| He fronting on your cash | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| If he get up in your face | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Put him back in his place | |
| Whoop his ass | |
| Don' t be playing with these niggas, man | |
| You better Whoop his ass repeat | |
| Steele Tek | |
| Who dem niggas over there Steele | |
| Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared Tek | |
| Man., get that thang what he moving onions Tek | |
| Stop playing I' ll show you how to this younging Tek | |
| See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies Steele | |
| Pushing for you industry niggas no stopping this | |
| Steele | |
| Been pissing whores before R. Kezzy Tek | |
| We number one stunners like Baby Wezzy Tek | |
| Do like it' s easy want me, see me Steele | |
| Fuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy Steele | |
| My neck, My back Tek | |
| Y' all I' m gonna light this head crack Tek | |
| My neck, My back Tek | |
| Suck my dick nut sack Tek | |
| Bitch! Tek | |
| Chorus | |
| Buckshot | |
| Who this flapping like he started something | |
| Acting like you hard or something | |
| Man, listen you can sell drugs for life | |
| I' m a hitman for hire sell slugs for life | |
| And you that right anybody left goodnight | |
| Run you down your last sight is the headlight | |
| In the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo | |
| Cause I don' t play no bank broke O. K. so | |
| Up the world like I saw your girl | |
| Fuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl | |
| I keep a mac by my dog precious | |
| So I can bark bite at the same time | |
| Y' all test up I spaz out asslow I never ass out | |
| Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt | |
| So I ain' t to prove you nothing | |
| But I can prove one thing is that you twoway fronting | |
| Chorus |